Published: March 2, 2025
In the world, there exists a vast expanse of land; it is immense, boundless, and carries the weight of countless lives, nurturing innumerable super beings.
The life forms residing upon it refer to it as the Demon Realm...
Perhaps it wasn't originally called the Demon Realm, but as wars and plunders ensued, accompanied by the world's wails and the natives' curses, over time, the original name of this world was forgotten. Whether due to the fear of others or the pride of the land's life forms, the term "Demon Realm" has been passed down.
It represents destruction and disaster; it emanates an aura of decay and despair. It signifies the end of countless worlds, and it is the source of all calamities!
However, it is laughable that, for some unknown reason, no creature has ever ventured beyond the boundaries of this planet to take a good look at it from afar.
It is as if an invisible shackles bound them, or perhaps it was some bizarre limitation. Even the eleventh-tier demonic creatures never conceived such an idea. Perhaps in their eyes, this planet bore no difference to those round clumps of earth they had obliterated.
Until today...
Or perhaps...
More than a decade ago.
He had long forgotten the name of the galaxy where the Demon Realm resides, but he could not forget the name of that planet... Lirada...
The place of hope and origin; yes, that was a name from a long, long time ago. Perhaps now, it would be more appropriate to call this broken, abandoned planet "Demon Realm."
He stood in the void, radiating pure white, as if he were the source of everything, bringing endless hope. He gazed into the distance, but what met his eyes was merely a grotesque planet, deserving of the label "abnormal."
Overall, the Demon Realm was just a hemispherical celestial body. The upper half appeared normal, albeit a bit larger—only slightly inferior to a star—but the lower half seemed to have suffered some cataclysmic, star-destroying blow. Jagged cracks bisected the celestial body, and the lower half had vanished, revealing the inner layers and lava of the planet.
Under the influence of the planet's gravity and some unknown force, the liquid magma continued to flow ceaselessly. While the world generally maintained normal operations, from any perspective, it was a world that had already been destroyed.
Reconstructing the celestial body... he could do it, and even those who resided on this planet could...
Yet this particular planet, they could not.
He flew closer, until he was not far from the celestial body, and he faintly saw the immense origin power emanating from the cracks of the planet, mingling with the hidden sense of death beneath the flourishing vitality. Strictly speaking, this planet had reached its end. However, due to their existence, this planet had been sustained until now, continuously waging one terrifying invasion war after another—yet this was merely maintenance and did not fundamentally resolve the issue.
By now, even that he found himself powerless, merely waiting silently for death to approach.
"So, you called me here, my old friend..."
He murmured softly, his voice drifting further away. Until a distant voice called out: "You're really verbose."
...
At that moment, space seemed to fold like a piece of paper; with just a single step, he traversed countless distances, arriving beneath the celestial body—at that hideous crack.
Beneath him was an endless void, above him was a boiling sea of fire, and at the center of that fiery sea, there rested a massive flesh lump nearly ten thousand meters long.
The flesh lump seemed to be the heart of the Demon Realm, trembling continuously while waves of origin power flowed from it, rapidly integrating into the celestial body to maintain the normal operation of the Demon Realm.
He paused to watch for a moment, then gently shook his head.
This planet was indeed dead; every moment witnessed countless origin powers dissipating into thin air. Had it not been for the existence within the flesh lump, replacing the Heart of the World and utilizing twelfth level power to constantly generate origin power to sustain the world's operations, this planet would have undoubtedly ceased to exist.